The scene is set tonight in the living room; Dorito, Christy, and CJ sit on the couch against the wall, with Dorito at one end, Christy beside him, and CJ at the other end which is adjacent to the couch that Molly, Alicia, and Kasandra are sitting on. On the coffee table, which coincidentally is not used for coffee at all, rests a ton of DVD cases scattered about.
Molly: Okay, so all we have to do is come up with a movie to watch.
Dorito: And once that's done, we'll pop the ...ugh, healthy choice popcorn. I say you could have at least gotten movie theater butter, the regular stuff, ya know?
Kasandra: Are you crazy? Who needs all that extra cholesterol and larded fat coursing through their blood as we sit here for two hours not moving, only blinking.
CJ: Yeah Dorito, watching a movie really isn't a workout, you know. And personally I myself say even eating that deemed healthy popcorn isn't really all that healthy. It's still junkfood.
Dorito: Junkfood? The freaking label on a bag of jiffy pop says like two grams of fat for a third of the bag. A third! So between the six of us, that's one gram!
CJ: That's still three grams more than what I want going in my body. I worked out today, I don't want to waste my fitness by pigging out.
Dorito: Well I'm salting the popcorn.
Alicia: Why don't you just make a bag for yourself, D? Since none of us want to gorge ourselves.
Dorito: Because chances are, the five of you won't even finish one bag.
Kasandra: So?
Christy: Hey! Can we just forget about the fighting and pick a movie?! Please? Sheesh.
Molly: Alright. So long as pigboy over there don't go trying to fatten us up. Only chance he has of outdoing any of us in anything was if we got a belly like him and put some fat on those whitening thighs.
A few of the girls look at Molly in a sort of horrified look while she looks down at the table at movies.
Molly: Say, I got an idea. How about instead of watching a movie, we go down to some video store and raid the porn section? And we'll toy with the seventeen year old boy working the register when we go to check out.
Dorito: I like the way you think Molly-mae.
Molly: Don't ever fucking call me that again or I swear I'll tear off your balls with my teeth.
Dorito: Ummm, I'm not sure to be scared, or excited...I think I'm both at the same time.
Christy looks over at Dorito for a couple of seconds before turning and rummaging through the movies.
Alicia: Hey, how about the Mummy?
CJ: Hmm, nice, Brendan Fraser is a hottie, too bad he's a softie in person.
Christy: Say, check this, Bringing Down the House.
Alicia: That sucked.
Molly: No kidding. Go with this, DareDevil.
Dorito: That was cool.
CJ: Too bad Ben couldn't save Gigli. Jersey Girl is supposed to be way better.
Dorito: Isn't that directed by Kevin Smith?
CJ: Who?
Dorito: Kevin Smith. He was actually in DareDevil, the research guy. Also made a bunch of movies, like Clerks, Dogma, Chasing Amy...
Kasandra: Chasing Amy? I haven't seen that in so long.
Molly: Those weren't much good. How about Good Will Hunting?
Christy: Why not something romantic, like Titanic?
Dorito: Mneh. I know what we need...the Matrix!
Molly: Booo!
Dorito: Oh go boo yourself.
Alicia: Jurassic Park?
CJ: Heh, sure, if you want us to be snoozing til the jurassic future!
Molly: Well what if I kick your ass right here?
Dorito: Three words: Truth..or..
Christy: HOW about My Blue Heaven?
Kasandra: My Blue Heaven? What's that?
Christy: It's...
Dorito: (interrupting) It's got Steve Martin and Rick Moranis and some other people, really funny movie.
Christy: I really like that movie.
Dorito: Me too! I've got the DivX rip of it upstairs in my room.
Molly: There goes the nerd talk again.
Dorito: Nerd, geek, pointdexter, it's all the same because it means that my intellect is far superior compared to your two-dimensional mind set to the theme of Super Castlevania.
Molly: Beep-beep-beep, that's all I'm hearing cause it's all GEEK to ME!!
CJ: HAHAHA!!! Geek, hehe.
Kasandra: Say, how about Pulp Fiction?
Alicia: Uhmmmmm...nah, just don't feel it right now. Formula 51?
CJ: Oh please tell me you didn't waste any of your money on that. I mean sure Samuel is sviot, but that was a waste.
Christy: Triple X?
Molly: Oh I love Vin Diesel! Or the Rock. Although Scorpion King blew.
Dorito: Puh-lease, I don't see what the big thing is with that guy. Knockaround Guys could've been better without Vin in it, the ending was so forseeable.
Molly: But my Vinnie got shot!
Alicia: How about Fast and the Furious?
Dorito: Bleh. Paul Walker was WAY better in Meet the Deedles.
CJ: Meet the what? Feebles?
Dorito: No, Meet the Deedles. Although Meet the Feebles was by far the most messed up movie I have ever seen involving muppets. Whoever heard of a muppet having a heroin addiction? I swear, Peter Jackson had to be taking some sort of drugs during his movie career before coming across Lord of the Rings. Say, how about we watch that?
Kasandra: Nah.
Christy: How about, um, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? The first movie.
Dorito: Excellent choice! There we go, problem solved, we have our movie.
Alicia, CJ, Kasandra, Molly: WAIT!
Dorito: What?
Kasandra: I'm not watching muppets.
Dorito: They're not muppets. They're like five foot tall walking, talking, teenage mutant ninja turtles! Can't you feel the T-U-R-T-L-E Powah?!
Molly: Uh no. Nuh uh.
Alicia: Not tonight D.
CJ: How about Chicago?
Dorito: BOO!!
Christy: You want to bore us or something?
Molly: Fine, Moulin Rouge.
Dorito: BO-RING!
Aliciai: Can we just pick one or something and put it in? We don't all have to like it to watch.
Christy: I've got a tape of the Grammies, we could watch that.
All but Christy: HAHAHAHA!!!
Alicia: Yeah, didn't Mercedes win one of those?
Dorito: Come on, Homer Simpson won a Grammy, and he gave it to some bellhop who got rid of it right away, since he didn't even want to touch it. If there were say one or two awards shows a year, that covered every genre, then it would mean something, not where there's three award shows every freaking week.
Molly: Don't fucking say freaking, just fucking say fuck, a'ight D?
Kasandra: Hey, we could watch Pulp Fiction.
CJ: Didn't you already suggest that?
Kasandra: I was kinda hoping you guys would've changed your minds by now.
Christy: Or we could go with like Matrix Reloaded. Or Rush Hour.
Molly: Hey! There ya go, Rush Hour.
Alicia: But we don't have it.
Molly: Fine, how about The One?
Alicia: Lost it.
CJ: Lost in Translation?
Kasandra: Nah. How about we watch your governor in action by watching Terminator 3?
Christy: Boo!
Molly: If I would've been sobered up and remembered to vote, and actually wasn't lazy enough to not have voted, I would've voted for that Mary Carey.
Dorito: That could've been so liberating to have her be governor. Talk about getting rid of all kinds of stupid rules and such.
CJ: Politics are so boring.
Kasandra: Can we just pick a movie?
Dorito: I suddenly got a feeling for a movie I want to see that I haven't seen for awhile.
Alicia: No Dorito, no.
Dorito: But...
Alicia: No.
Dorito gets off the couch and grabs a case off the table and walks toward the TV set in the corner, and presses a button on the DVD player sitting in the entertainment center.
Alicia: D, just sit down.
The cartridge disc-holding thingy ejects, and Dorito pops open the case and inserts the disc.
CJ: Yo, has-been, sit down before 3WL's top stable rave over you and use your back as a dance floor!
He pushes the drive shut, and walks back to plop down on the couch, dropping his arm around Christy, sorta, but rests it on the top of the couch.
Molly: What stupid movie did you put in there?
A few seconds go by and it starts up, and the "Coyote Ugly" splash screen comes up. The five women just look at him for a few seconds.
Dorito: What? What? I like this movie. Got a problem with that?
Alicia: Um, no, this sounds good.
CJ: Heh, not bad choice.
Kasandra: I can go for it.
Molly: You like Coyote Ugly?
Dorito: Yeah, so?
Molly: So nothing. I never expected it from you. Well, wait a second...
Christy: Well I think it was a really good choice, Dorito.
Dorito: Thank you Christy. Now if someone would please go make the popcorn and kill the lights after that, so we could start the movie, that'd be great.
Alicia shrugs and gets up, along with Molly, who walk around their couch to head toward the kitchen, looking back as they seem to whisper something to one another, as Christy kinda leans over onto Dorito while the scene fades out.
